Present Day: Misty leaned against the far wall of her computer sanctum, her fingers tapping in fever researching information against the sleek keyboard. The room flickered with the blue glow from the monitor, illuminating her focused expression as she scanned through rows of text. Notes were scattered across her desk, each scribbled message. Misty takes a deep breath, pushing away the inner turmoil as she clicks on the file labeled "Howler Pack Treaty," the bright screen illuminating her face with a cold blue glow. She has an intense need for knowledge about potential threats that could arise from the treaty's implications.
As the text begins to populate on the screen, a sense of dread washes over Misty when she sees the terms of the treaty are not so complex and filled with nuances that
